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By Clock and Watch C. Cropani Forget the exact time, smell of the room, golden rosary beads in the bathtub. There is no sin, we are all dead as far as God is concerned. At dawn it happened: eternity hit a wall nobody saw but clock and watch, tiny ticking hands, finite numbers observing carefully how when we fall it creates a shadow on those standing. You may rewind the clock and watch set to three seconds before dawn to when nothing happened save the sun’s light-walk across the walls nothing ever happened, so nothing is disturbed in your darkest closet, a cloak falls from its hanger like selkie skin, its loosed shape waits for the shifting. Find a lock that fits. |